I never knew that one day I would lose him. It came as a shock to everyone else but me. I knew the pain he was going through. I knew how much it hurt him. But I never helped. I did not know how to. How do you help someone through something you have never been through yourself? How do you try to think of the pain they experience everyday? It hurt and affected everyone around him. He was a tornado walking by, destroying everyone and everything in his wake. It got the best of him. The happiness in his eyes was gone. His smile was meaningless and I could tell he was empty inside. It was not the depression that killed him, it was the loneliness, isolation, and disappearance. He stopped coming to friend gatherings, sat alone at lunch, and changed his seat in class to be away from people who he once thought cared about him. He would not even look me in the eye anymore. I disappointed him and I should have done more. I wanted to change for him but I did not know how. He would not completely let me into his life and he hated sharing important things with me. What was I supposed to do? Guess at what he thought and how he saw the world differently. Nothing could make him happy again, not even me. So what could I do to help him if I could not make him happy. But I was lucky. I was given one more chance to make peace and change. I was going to save him. I was the only reason he was still here. So I will put in my best effort and everything I have inside of me to save him. I will have to end his pain. Even if it causes me pain. I will save him and then he will save me. Thats how it was going to work.